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576 But we two will be wise.

Than Scamp, or the Jew's harp he nicknames his lyre,

To call you to this hotbed.

A fair lady

Pray get out of this hobble as fast as you can.

You wed with Miss Lilac! 'twould be your perdition:

She's a poet, a chymist, a mathematician.

If you and she marry, you'll certainly wrangle.

I say she's a Blue, man, as blue as the ether.

Which has lately sprung up from a wedlock with science.

She's so learnéd in all things, and fond of concerning

Herself in all matters connected with learning,

That

But there's five hundred people can tell you you're wrong.

The girl's a fine girl.

To her good lady-mother's reversion; and yet